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When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire by Traditional Irish
When The Old Dun Cow Caught Fire
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Some friends and I in a public house
G Am
Were playing a game of chance one night
G F E
When into the pub a fireman ran
F E
His face all chalky white.
Am
"What’s up,” says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
G Am
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
G F E
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!" says he,
F E
"The bleedin’ pub’s on fire!"
(Chorus)
Am
And there was Brown, upside down
G Am
Lappin’ up the whiskey from the floor
G F E
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
F E
As they came knockin’ at the door (clap clap)
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Oh don’t let ‘em in till it’s all drunk up
G Am
And somebody shouted Maclntyre! MACINTYRE!
G F E
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
F E Am
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.
Am
"Fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
G Am
Everybody follow me
G F E
We’ll go down to the cellar, if the fire’s not there
F E
Then we’ll have a grand old spree."
Am
So we went on down after good old Brown
G Am
For booze we could not miss
G F E
And we hadn’t been there five minutes before
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We were all quite pissed.
(Repeat Chorus)
Am
Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
G Am
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
G F E
He started takin’ off his pantaloons
F E
Likewise his shoes and socks
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"Hold on, "says Brown, "that ain’t allowed
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Ye canna do that in here
G F E
Don’t go washin’ trotters in the port wine tub
F E
When we got some low carb beer.
(Repeat Chorus)
Am
And then there came to the old back door
G Am
The Vicar of our local church
G F E
And when he had seen our drunken ways
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He began to scream and curse
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"You drunken sods, you heathen clods
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You’ve taken to a drunken spree!
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And you drank up all that Benedictine Brandy
F E
And you didn’t save a drop for me!"
(Repeat Chorus)
Am
And then there came a mighty crash
G Am
Half the bloody roof gave way
G F E
We were almost drowned in the firemen’s hose
F E
But we were gonna stay
Am
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
G Am
And we nailed ourselves inside
G F E
And we sat there drinkin’ the finest rum
F E
‘Till we was bleary-eyed
(Repeat Chorus)
Am
Later that night when the fire was out
G Am
We came up from the cellar below
G F E
Our pub was burned, our booze was drunk
F E
And our heads were a-hangin’ low
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"Oh look,” says Brown, with a look quite queer
G Am
It seemed something caught his ire
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"We’ve gotta get down to Murphy’s pub
F E
It closes on the hour!"
(Repeat Chorus)
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